Playboy. Entrepreneur. Film Producer. Duke Hamilton is found
dead at the "supreme moment of sexual excitement." And this
film should have been laid to rest along with him. It
attempts to have a second coming, but gets nailed, as Duke's
boring, obnoxious "best friend" and go-fer (Herschel Savage)
relates his buddy's life story of fun and games on a
Carson-like talk show (if this is fun, I'll take two weeks
vacation in Newark). They use flashbacks to illustrate
various sexual exploits, but most border on the non-erotic.

I know the directors wanted these guys to be the sexual
equivalents of Butch and Sundance. Yet, I kept hoping they'd
get to the cliff, jump off and miss the river. Can you
imagine Paul Thomas' character getting laid as Herschel just
sits there, watching him with his famous bored look. Is he a
geek? Even Thomas, usually a great stud, looks bored. Even
his opening encounter with Ginger Lynn is bad; given we can't
see anything from the distance it's shot.

Harry Reems takes a short part in this subpar film, but does
little to enhance it. The directors try to create a rich,
classy, glamorous atmosphere and some unique settings, but
they forget to show the sex from angles that are not
stagnant. Perhaps a better little would be Lifestyles of the
Dull and Shameless; and believe me, Some Kind of Woman is not
the type you'd want to bring home to mother... or anyone
else, for that matter.